I got nominated for a Liebster Award! (part 1)

The idea is to enlarge audiences of new bloggers and old bloggers both. This is done like the following: Do you remember when you were a kid and said something such as, “School will be closed tomorrow. Pass it on.” Well, the Liebster Award is similar: “I’ve nominated you for the Liebster Award! Pass it on.” But it’s not that simple (it is simple, but not that simple). If you accept the nomination, you have to thank the nominator and pingback to his or her blog (naturally, because this is basic courtesy). Next, answer the ten questions the nominator has given you. Now this is where the “pass it on” part comes–you must nominate ten of your favorite blogs with an audience smaller than two hundred followers and tell them something along the lines of, “Congrats! I’ve nominated you for the Liebster Award! Would you like to accept? If so, please check out this link here.” Finally you must come up with ten questions for your nominees. No ten questions are alike unless you copied them from somewhere else, which is plagiarism, so be unique.

Are you a lark or a night owl? I can’t choose either, because my sleeping patterns aren’t regular. Usually I would be a night owl, but then sometimes I sleep late and wake up early. Well, at least I’m definitely not a lark!

What is your proudest moment? Since my proudest moment is not one moment but two, I’ll just tell you the two proudest moments. I was in fourth or fifth grade and I won the last round of the spelling bee! It really wasn’t that hard, but I felt a little guilty because one of the contestants in the last round was my best friend since we were little. But we weren’t that competitive. The second proudest moment was when I was fresh from my toddler years, and my preschool teacher and parents found out that in fact I could read fluently at a fourth grade level. I don’t remember how this started, but after school, somehow my teacher gave me a book that she’d just read to the class before the end of morning preschool. The book was something about a boy who entered a haunted house. Because I had a good memory I memorized the whole thing, but I could still read it. My mom had been teaching me how to read ever since I was a baby, but she didn’t realize that I picked it up quicker than she thought. (Of course not. Why would you realize that someone picks things up quicker than you think? Logically speaking, that’s impossible.)

What is your favorite place and why? My favorite place would be anything good for hiding in so that if something like the Holocaust comes again and they arrest me even if I’m not Jewish, I have a hiding spot.

How do you keep fit? I used to do ballet, but I quit. I am very energetic, so usually I just hop and dance around whenever my feet have to take me places.

What is your favorite book/film/piece of music and why? I don’t have the one favorite book, since many fiction books are not my cups of tea, but I like nonfiction books, especially ones on psychology, dreams, archaeology, and trivia because I love to meddle in all sorts of weird trivia. My favorite film is Frozen because they are jam-packed with songs, humor (Olaf: “Watch out for my butt!”), and deception as well as surprise. I haven’t seen a Pixar princess film like this since Beauty and the Beast. As for music, I don’t have a favorite piece of music either. I embrace all kinds of music equally. What really bugs me is that most musicians have cricket eyes whenever someone says, “You really nailed the Debussy piece. Now for the encore, let’s try a mashup of Wrecking Ball and Orange Blossom Special!” I know, that is the weirdest combination ever, but still. By the way, Orange Blossom Special is a fiddler piece.

Describe yourself in five words. Ooh, a five-word secret!

What is your favorite childhood memory? My family and I lived in a townhouse complex, where they had lots of areas meant for playing games–such as basketball, golf, swimming, and there was even a place for grilling meat. A playground built for five year olds to twelve year olds was recently constructed in the middle of what the residents knew as “the Green”, a big verdant patch of grass. One afternoon my friends and I were working on a school project. When we were done, we skedaddled to the playground in the Green while singing “Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious” at the top of our lungs. I wanted to show them the other areas in the complex, so we went to the basketball court, the golf court, the grilling area, the swimming pools, and the rest of the complex. My friends and I finally returned to the playground, and to our parents, who had been looking for us while we were venturing. It was like a suburban version of what happened to Tom Sawyer, Huckleberry Finn, and Joe Harper (when they ran away from home for a while and their guardians thought they were drown, so they held a funeral, except our parents didn’t think we were dead.)

What is your favorite hobby? I have not one, not two, but three favorite hobbies. The first hobby is trying new things so I can hitch other hobbies. The second hobby is writing/drawing. The third hobby is playing music on my violin and piano.

What would be your superpower? My superpower would be the ability to activate any superpower whenever I want so I don’t have to be stuck with one superpower that won’t protect me one hundred percent.

Why did you start your blog? One of my elementary school teachers discovered my talent for writing when I moved schools. It wasn’t anything much–just a paragraph about differences and similarities between two main characters in a story we were reading in our anthologies, compiled of stories, poems, and other literary works for elementary kids. My teacher helped me take it to the next level. The following year I had a new teacher–one whose specialty was writing, so she really helped me develop my own writing style, which is still a work-in-progress as we speak because I am exposed to other writing, books, etc. She inspired me to start a blog meant for writing. Eventually, I realized that just words, words, words, and more words would gradually become an eyesore to readers, new and old. I decided that this blog would instead reflect the idea of how we should accept diversity and my imagination in a new way–I don’t just write stories here. I show videos, pictures, galleries, and chats here too, which would serve as a good comparison to diversity. As I said, a blog chock full’a text only will be an eyesore to the reader. What if the reader is an auditory, kinesthetic, or picture-visual learner? I want points to get across to everyone. This is the same thing with people. A school that allows only one type of ethnicity/gender will become very boring to the pupils because learning is not the same as literary education; people learn from others too in many ways.

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